The peak showdown between Liu Feng and the man in black robes temporarily stopped amid countless blazing gazes...
Outside the arena, Liu Feng held his chest and coughed for a while. Although his face was a little pale, the fighting spirit in his dark eyes did not weaken at all. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm fine.
It's just a mouthful of blood. Hehe, that guy is not as strong as I thought."
Nicholas Xuedai frowned, looked at Liu Feng's pale face, and couldn't help but said angrily: "Can't you just take a rest in peace?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The tone... Sensing the strange looks in the eyes of his companions, a blush appeared on his pretty face, and he quickly defended: "I... I'm just afraid that he will affect the game later, you... don't think twice.
"
But this excuse seemed a bit weak... Therefore, the weird looks in everyone's eyes still didn't stop.
Liu Feng coughed dryly, pulled everyone's attention back, and broke Nicholas Xue's embarrassment. He glanced at the blush that had not faded due to shame and annoyance, and said: "Wait a minute, we'll do it."
It's your turn... Remember, be ruthless and show no mercy, otherwise..." At this point, Quietly said coldly, "Otherwise... I would rather beat you to serious injuries with my own hands than let you go on the field.
To be torn into pieces by others... you know?"
Liu Feng's cold tone made everyone shiver slightly, but they still cheered up and shouted loudly: "I know..."
He nodded lightly, walked slowly to the end, smiled at the red man holding his small hands tightly, and sat down next to him, speeding up his time to recover... With one more point of true energy in his body, when the time comes, he will be with him.
When the men in black robes fight again, they will have an extra chance of winning...
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According to the past rules, the seventh-level players were the first to appear... The two sides did not pay much attention to the battle between the seventh-level players... It can even be said that the battle between the seventh-level players was just an appetizer for the orc duel...
However, fighting at this level can only be regarded as a side dish for people above the eighth level, but for the residents of the mountainous Warrior City, it is also an exquisite feast...
On the human side, eight seventh-level players... On the orc side, eight seventh-level players... The same number of people, but in terms of momentum, the orc players clearly have the upper hand.
Although Liu Feng once conducted death competition and life-and-death fighting training for twelve people, the time was too short after all... Facing the orc players, with the brutal aura accumulated through countless battles, the scalps of the eight seventh-level players were slightly...
It's numb, but at this stage, it is definitely impossible to retreat, so...even if you are afraid, you can only go up with all your strength...
The melee started amidst the earth-shattering shouts...
The gap between the seventh level is not big, so at the beginning of the battle, everyone was evenly matched. However, as time went by, the human players, who had always been enveloped by the brutal aura of the orcs, finally gradually
It started to show its weakness.
The first casualty inevitably appeared, a tall wolf tribesman, his sharp claws fiercely penetrated the hole exposed by a seventh-level human fighter puppet, and the sharp fist claws directly passed through the chest of this seventh-level human combat master.
Passing through, blood surged out...
The combat master looked frightened. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the beast's claw that penetrated his chest. His face suddenly changed and bloodshot eyes were filled with blood. The fear in his heart seemed to be thrown away at this moment, and he shouted loudly.
: "Fuck you, you bastard, come with me to see the God of Death." The roaring voice was very shrill. The originally weak hands seemed to be filled with power in an instant. The fists were clenched, and they were sharp and made of fine steel.
The fist finger was thrust into the ferocious beast's face, the red eyeballs...
"Ah..." There was another scream, even more shrill, but this time the roar came from the mouth of the werewolf who should have won. The werewolf covered his bleeding eyes with both hands and couldn't stop it.
He screamed and screamed, and the severe pain made him lose his mind. He instantly entered a state of madness. His sharp fingertips surged, grabbing the lifeless corpse in front of him, and frantically tore it into pieces.
Just as the werewolf tore the corpse into pieces and roared to the sky, a fist filled with fighting spirit hit the wolf's head with a fierce punch. It was another human player who was extremely sad and angry...
The competition in the field continues, no... this can no longer be said to be a competition, but a killing field... After the human players were torn into pieces, the grief and anger in their hearts aroused their blood... and began to go crazy.
Like fighting...
Outside the arena, Lan Ying and others clenched their fists, their teeth made a strange "squeaking" sound while biting fiercely, and bloodshot eyes stretched and contracted in their huge eyes... Nicholas Xue's pretty face was pale,
The purple pupils were filled with grief and anger.
Ao Hao, who was beside him, seemed to be numb, his eyes drooped, and he said nothing...
Hongyi tilted her head slightly. To be honest, in her heart, she couldn't stand the slightest fluctuation in the killings in the field. Her blood-colored pupils only became softer when they moved to Liu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged and with his eyes closed.
many…….
Liu Feng closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he didn't feel the killing outside. However, the clenched fists under the sleeves revealed the fluctuations in his heart, and the bone-cold voice pierced through the Jiuyou, making
Everyone's hearts trembled violently.
"Death is inevitable during the game... I have already said that dueling with orcs will be very cruel... So, wait... you'd better put those unnecessary emotions in your heart away from me.
...Just...just think of it as revenge for your companions."
Killing intent burst out in the eyes of Lan Ying and others. They looked at the killing orcs in the field with hatred and nodded heavily...
…
In the field, the killing finally gradually stopped... There were fourteen people, and now only three of them could stand... Among the three, there were two orcs and one human.
Liu Feng raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the figure in the field, which was still unwilling to shrink even though it was covered in bruises, and nodded slightly.
Bosha, seventh-level earth swordsman...
He remembered this person, a seventh-level student of Xinglan Academy. Unlike Nicholas Xue and others, Bosha did not have a prominent family background or a huge background. He was able to reach where he is today only because of the hardships he endured day and night.
The perseverance to practice and fight constantly...
Bosha shook his disabled body, touched the ground with his heavy sword, and mocked the two orcs on the opposite side who were also not much better: "Orc bastards, aren't you very arrogant? Come here and kill me, come here...
…Ha ha."
Being humiliated by Bosha, the two orcs smiled ferociously, raised their weapons and charged over fiercely. Bosha smiled coldly, holding the heavy sword tightly in his right hand, and charged forward without fear.
Fighting energy is everywhere and sparks are bursting out.
Three figures, struggling and working hard with each other with every ounce of strength...
The orcs were born with huge strength. After resisting more than ten consecutive blows from the two orcs, Bosha was finally knocked away by the heavy sword. In his eyes, the huge fist, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, hit hard.
…
He closed his eyes gently and murmured in his heart: "Are I going to die now? Haha, this can be considered a sacrifice for the country, right? I wonder if the empire will give me a title of warrior?"
Just as Bosha was preparing to welcome his imminent death, suddenly a huge suction force appeared from behind, and his crumbling body was sucked in instantly...
Liu Fengxu stood in mid-air, grabbing Bosha's tired body with his hand. He shouted in a cold voice: "Okay, you guys have had enough fun, please change..." After saying this, he ignored the orc's answer.
, jumped directly into the air, flashed outside the arena, carefully put down the parking brake, and said: "Lan Ying, treat him quickly."
Lan Ying nodded hurriedly, moved his lips lightly, and some soft water elements appeared out of thin air, quickly dripping onto Bosha's body with countless scars. As soon as the ferocious wounds encountered these gentle water droplets, they began to heal slowly.
…
Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and asked coldly: "Brother Ao Hao, how should we compete next time?"
Ao Hao slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed through them, "The battle between the seventh level is not included in the competition, but the duel between the eighth level and above is the real beginning...
…”
Liu Feng frowned and said slightly angrily: "What do you mean? What do you mean it is not included in the competition? Is this a dispensable sentence that is the only result they exchanged for their lives?"
Ao Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This rule was not proposed by us, but by the orcs. In the contract for the first duel, the orcs proposed this project that can be regarded as entertainment..."
"A bunch of bastards, what a fool." Liu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his dark pupils.
…
"Haha, Lord Aohao, the following duel will be officially counted as a duel..." A loud laugh came from the venue.
Ao Hao raised his head, his pupils narrowed, and he said coldly: "Huh, I know, there's no need for you idiot to yell around here."
Heerba's laughter suddenly stopped, and he snorted with an extremely ugly face, "I hope your strength is as good as your words."
Ao Hao cracked his lips, "I will let you know later..."
…
"Lan Ying...Gonsa...Lion Zhan...Ni, uh...you three guys, smash their bastard bird eggs to me later...Idiot." Ao Hao shouted rudely.
When the sound rang, he originally wanted to call the four of them out together, but when he came into contact with Nicholas Snow's cold and angry eyes, and then thought of a certain scary old man, he had no choice but to omit that beautiful name.